#like she could summon ghosts but not the devil?? lmao

[nadjasnandor]

the lack of nadja once again... disgusting. they always have these episodes where they pair them up randomly and the spare one basically doesn't get to do anything and it's usually nadja. last episode it was guillermo and sometimes colin but usually. it's nadja.

[sadbigemini]

MHA FIC PROMPTS GALORE (this is kinda lazy and all over the place but I'm too sleep deprived to care)

Not A Chance

Shinsou (or Midoriya) does not want to be a hero anymore but keeps accidentally becoming a vigilante tho but not really using his quirk (or doesn't have one lmao).

A lot of people believe he can become a hero now but he's stubborn and distrustful so he says, not a chance.

Him and Tsukauchi and Sansa are close bc he calls them after his accidental vigilantism lol

And he's close to Eraser who keeps running into like everywhere

Maybe Mido could be an in person analyst consultant and or an actual vigilante?? Y'know if he isn't the main ig??

Shin has had underground connections since he was a kid from hanging out on the streets whenever he could get out of his foster placements.

Class 1-A wants him to join the hero course after he's helped them out so much.

Shinsou still attends UA and during gym class he helps at the USJ with Mido. They were doing some gym exercise nearby or something.

Eraser is impressed by him, saying he has more potential than a lot of his past students.

Shinsou is still a big Eraser fan and a Present Mic one too.

Maybe he has friends in the hero classes??

Gen Ed Mido and Gen Ed Shin

Mido still wants to be a hero but he knows HPSC would never let him??

Nezu personal student(s?)

Shinsou does eventually become a hero bc he starts to trust people who help reignite his dream.

Mido wants to take over the HPSC eventually, Shin wants to help.

Everyone has a sentient quirk companion with their own quirks

Toko and Dark Shadow as the main characters (maybe give him shadow manipulation?)

Kami 's companion is named Rotom, can possess technology, and travel using electricity to get places faster (looks like a pixie mixed with an electric ghost).

Iida's companion might take the shape of a horse/stallion or a robot? A HORSE ROBOT??!?

Midnight's companion is her somnambulist but obviously it's sentient so a gaseous like being. Or maybe a fox lady named foxy who acts like a kitsune??

Aizawa's is his scarf but it's...ALIVE it very much freaked Mic out at first and now he's weirdly fond

Hito's is a purple cat that's like Mr. Fantastic so he uses their tail or entire body like Eraser’s scarf lol or maybe it's a purple ghost that can control and possess people– could still be a cat either way lmao

Shouji’s is an octopus bc duh.

Haga's is a ball of light or rainbow like creature?

Mina’s is a cute little acid glob guy that can separate into multiple and become a giant.

Kiri's is a land shark made of rock that acts like a dog

Shouto has two an angel on his ice side and a devil on his fireside who is misunderstood and ignorantly hated bc Shouto associates them with endeawhore. OR two koi fish one regular mostly white with splotches of orange and another that's the opposite and mostly orange with splotches of white! The mostly orange has a white splotch on one eye, y'know bc freezer burn?? Anyway one is fire one is ice lol

Mido's is a Kirin, maybe he only has a companion and nothing else.

Sero's is a giant jumping spider or a regular sized spider monkey that is colored either like his hero suit or Spider-Man's.

I CAN'T DECIDE FOR KOUDA!!!!

Aoyama is like a crystal twin of himself, a mirror win or something else?

Satou's is the Pillsbury doughboy, the Cookie Monster...pfft–! Okay no idk :(

Cockatoo for Mic ♡𓅂

If I have any ideas for anyone else they'll be under this lol

Toko having this quirk:

But Dark Shadow is summoned the most since she was the first (she can't leave the host body tho like in canon)

Having him as an MC would be interesting

Mido (or literally anyone lol) has a Tinkerbell quirk

Quirk: (Pixie) can alter their size from normal to small. Has wing mutations. Can emit pixie dust that can make things or others fly.

Hero name: Pixie

Internships with Hawks? Ryukyu?

MHA UA staff and students filmed like the office or Modern Family

That's the only way it's like the office and modern family how it's written

The camera man is a pro hero, the rest of the crew are his sidekicks

The doc never airs but it's not like the public knows about it lol idk what it would be for then maybe a scrapped marketing idea??

The kids ask for copies tho

Should it follow the all the way to their third year?

Should it air?

Aizawa Shouta became a nurse instead of an underground hero but still is Dadzawa

He stayed in Gen Ed

Still joined the three dumbigos and the rooftop gang

Shouta knows Mido from how much he would come in, he was one the only ones to treat him

Shouta adopts Hito?? Eri??

I originally had this thought as him being just a regular doctor but he could be a quirk counselor instead ig? Or he could be a regular doctor with a quirk counseling degree and license but it's not his main job idk??

A fic that's just the class filming tiktoks

Could be a one-shot.

Different students in class will film, mainly the Bakusquad (excluding Baku lmao) or Aoyama and Hagakure

Hagakure: "be gay do crimes!"

Aizawa: "no."

Mina *gasp*: "Is this Aizawa-Sensei's homophobic era?!"

*Kami makes an overly incredulous face*: "He's literally gay! Or at least some flavor of fruit!"

Various students: "wha– I don't see it!"

Aizawa: "I commend your observational skills, Kaminari. But please refrain from assuming people's identities or sexualities."

Kami: "you're so right, teach. I apologize."

*Aizawa nods, turns back to the chalkboard and writes while saying "Now, it's be gay stop crimes. Remember that, live by it."

Hanta *filming*: "that's just another day in class 1-gAy!"

They only film in their homeroom and only at certain times are allowed

Aizawa lets them bc he feels guilty about the villain attacks

But only allows it when important info and stuff aren't happening or being discussed obvi

Crack fluff, fluffy crack with sprinkles of angst

Quirkless Magic User Mido and his teacher is Ojiro's family??

Gets the idea from comics/media to cover up his magic and quirklessness by having the same powers/quirks: Tactile Telekinesis for Ojiro and Transmutation for Mido himself

Ideas for Shinsou Hitoshi As The Vigilante Instead of Midoriya (or both)

Vigilante names: Hopper and Cybercat (Vigilante Partners In Crime!!!!)

Mido has a mind hopping quirk with bunny mutations and maybe a hacker.

Shin is definitely a hacker who has the same quirk as in canon but maybe with cat mutations.

Shin with an astral projection quirk that he commits accidental vigilantism with which turns purposeful.

It's weak at first but might eventually turn into astral manipulation.

He was still bullied unfortunately for his now weak quirk.

Obviously there's Dadzawa or Eraserdad in them all.

Coma Reality Shift? Or Is this one of those, I woke up knowing how to speak French kinda thing??? Like it was just a coma dream but now he suddenly knows how to fight and stuff.

ANYWHO, Shin gets attacked by a villain. And his foster family couldn't care less.

Aizawa and Mic visit him and read to him all the time. They regularly do this, they like volunteering. They even make it a date thing lol

While in the coma Shin is in a world where quirks are the minority like when they first showed up.

He becomes part of the resistance/the vigilantes.

Does he tell anyone over there that he's from a different world or??

Shin has this quirk:

♡♡♡

[leviathan-dee]

DMC Week 2020: Day 6: You Belong Here

(Here’s another small wholesome piece. I really wish we had more interactions with the entire crew in DMC, but the community provides enough to sate that need for wholesomeness). (All prompts were used for day 6). (Alcohol mention, and one use of a curse word lmao).

Family was never a word that Dante had to use too often in his vocabulary. Decades of separation and neglect seemed to stretch, until he finally found where he belonged; in this drunken celebration with his slightly dysfunctional family.

Word Count: 1,755

Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, Kyrie, Trish, Lady, Nico

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The scorching July sun seemed to boil every living being which dared step foot outside, merciless rays beating down upon the Earth. Whoever escaped the confines of their four walls were bound to become crispy at the sheer thought of the sun. There were, however, some fools who tempted fate, and proceeded to have an entire barbeque outside.

The Spardas, alongside the Devil May Cry crew, were said fools.

Of course, no one could deny Kyrie, the kindest, most gentle creature to ever grace the planet, a day outside. Especially during a celebration. Especially on a pregnant Kyrie’s birthday.

It was July tenth, the weather being arid and overly vacant of any breezes. This only made the heat far more excruciating. Kyrie didn’t seem to feel the blazes, her skin absorbing the rays to form a honeyed tan which complimented the amber glimmer in her eyes. Whereas Nero, unfortunately, panted like a rabid dog. His skin seemed to turn scarlet at the mere thought of summer. Evidently, the situation turned even worse for the boy since he had to man the barbeque, grilling burgers, as well as sausages, meanwhile being inevitably covered in helix coils of smoke. His beloved watched him apologetically, whilst he continued to sweat up a storm, beckoning the children to pick up their mouthwatering meals.

Dante sat beside an orchard, the apple trees being a godsend for shade in his time of need. Although the Sparda twin could withstand blazing temperatures, it was only for a short period of time; Not an entire day. Brushing his white, sweat-soaked locks away from his brow, Dante grabbed the neck of the beer bottle, letting the bubbles gently glide down his throat. He basked in the sensation for what seemed a whole eternity, whilst the sound of bickering and giggling children filled his ears. It was blissful, to say the least. To feel like he belonged. To have family.

He had hoped Verge felt the same about this reunion.

Thinking about his twin brother, Dante turned to the blue devil, noting that Vergil’s usual scowl was wiped clean off of his visage. Instead, his face was soft, bereft of any tension. He seemed… happy. Relaxed. It was refreshing to see. Albeit his quiet nature, the elder twin continued to lift the corners of his lips, reacting to the children, as well as Nico’s vulgar comments and Kyrie’s deathly glares at the gunsmith. Trish and Lady were the other pair to cause a ruckus, making Vergil smirk anytime they were told off by Nero for using non-family friendly language at the dinner table.

“Aww shit, we’re out of ketchup.” As a slightly intoxicated Lady let the curse word slip, she squeezed the condiment bottle harder, making it spurt out a less-than elegant bowel movement noise, and a pathetic dollop of tomato sauce. The children fell into hysterics, Nero and Kyrie unsure of whether to reprimand the woman, or giggle alongside the kids.

Dante continued to watch the spectacle, a warmth blooming in his chest.

Vergil was happy. In turn, so was his younger brother.

“So, Verge, enjoying yourself?” Sipping on liquid courage, Dante turned his head to his twin.

“Hmm. It appears as though I am.” The blue devil assumed a somewhat distant stare, turning his gaze towards his busy son at the grill. His eyes softened at the sight of Nero. If there was a trace of bittersweetness in Vergil’s expression, it came and went almost instantly. However, Dante knew him better than anyone, and could recognise his elder brother’s ghosts of guilt and regret quickly.

As a sudden breeze eased the tension of blanketing heat, Dante sighed, and recalled a nostalgia fueled memory.

“Remember when mum and dad brought all of their friends to the manor for a barbeque? We ended up playing with the other kids, whilst the grown-ups got drunk?” The scarlet devil sucked air in through his teeth, the memory almost too painful to relive. Vergil recoiled at the sudden recollection.

“I reminisce about those days often.”

“You were a damn sprightly kid, Verge. Always running off and hiding to read. Me and the others had to search for you, only to find you up on that gnarly tree, chomping on some apple.”

Dante continued with the mental memoir, his lips curling upwards. He could almost hear the voices of the children and Vergil’s adamant refusal to climb down. He could smell the delectable cuisine of his father's famous burnt burgers and his mother’s soft laughter. Even the gentle grass lapping at his ankles was as vivid of a memory as the display of giggling children before him.

“And now…” Dante inhaled deeply, a ghost of a bittersweet smile gracing his lips, “now we’re the ones sitting, getting wasted, whilst the kiddos play.”

“What are you getting at, Dante?” Vergil uncrossed his arms, running his fingers through his hair, a tell-tale sign of either annoyance or discomfort. Dante simply waited to collect his thoughts, the image of past times being too much. In retaliation to the thoughts, he inhaled the scent of sweetened smoke, inching himself to the empty seat beside Vergil. He let out an almost elderly sigh as he landed in the chair before continuing earnestly.

“We made it, Verge. We've come full circle.”

Vergil's reforming thoughtful brow wrinkle made its famous comeback, his mind processing Dante's statement.

So they did come full circle.

Dante was so adamant on having something dear to hold onto, he was finally rewarded with a family. Finally rewarded with what he longed for since he was eight years old. Though it was a screwed up little group with issues that would take a few more decades to sort out, it was his family. Vergil was very much a part of that family. It warmed every cold crevice of the blue devil’s beating heart, the melodic rhythm becoming even prouder.

"Christ, Vergil. You have a son, can you believe it? In fact, you're going to have a grandkid. You're going to be the youngest looking gramps to have ever lived." Dante attempted to pinch his brother’s cheek, earning him an irked scoff, alongside a hearty slap to the back of the head. It seemed as though they returned to their youthful selves, ignoring the wrinkle lines that arose with age, and the exhaustion inflicted violet splodges beneath their eyes.

They were kids again, trying their best to catch up on the lost years of brotherly bickering.

...

The air began to cool off as the evening drifted. Nero was unchained from his duties, sipping a chilled beer, pleased hums and sighs resounding from his chest. Kyrie cuddled into Nero’s side, the both of them entangled behind the table. Viewing the spectacle, Dante turned to Vergil once more.

"I think mum and pops would be proud." The statement came out of the blue, yet did not startle the blue devil. Instead, his visage was graced with a saccharine smile, the type that Dante had rarely seen in the man. In fact, it was only witnessed during their eventful, albeit brief, childhood.

"Hmm… I hope so." Sighing, contentment written all over Vergil’s features, he craned his neck up to the trees, breathing in the tender breeze of the summer evening.

Dante continued to reminisce about his nephew, and the love of Nero’s life. Seeing the shy ‘couple’ back in Fortuna, he never anticipated to witness this decade-long result; A great-nephew. Kyrie seemed to glow as she nuzzled into her beloved’s side, with a five month bump becoming a prominent addition to her frame. It was a wondrous thing to Dante, knowing that their little dysfunctional family was ever-expanding. The fuzzy feelings appeared to bloom at an exponential rate, which the scarlet devil attempted to gulp down with bubbling alcohol.

He was proud of them. Proud of the tiny group. His family.

A boisterous Nico interrupted any thoughts, eclipsing the view of the couple with her presence.

"So, 'nother beer for ya, gents?" She offered to provide more drinks, with Dante gladly accepting and Vergil politely declining. Whilst the Spardas’ intoxication was low, Lady and Trish were completely sloshed. Their joyous dancing was evidence of the fact.

Nico turned to the middle of the garden where the pair were swaying their arms about as if they were attempting to fend off mosquitos.

“Lady is gonna regret all that booze in the morning. Not sure ‘bout Trish though.” As the young gunsmith twirled on her heels to approach Nero and Kyrie, the dancing pair of intoxicated women began to beckon Dante.

“Hey! Give us your iconic MJ dance!” Trish slurred not a single word, Dante noting that she was playing the drunk to accompany Lady.

“C’moooon Mr. Sparda. Please?” Lady, however, slurred every word. It wasn’t often she had the time or the energy to let loose, so the evening was some well deserved alleviation of pent up stress and frustration. In the distance, Kyrie giggled at Lady’s tipsiness, earning the birthday girl an amorous peck on her button nose from Nero.

The scarlet devil stood from his seat whilst giving Nico an impish smirk, before summoning Dr. Faust into his palm. It appeared as though the cowboy hat materialised from countless twinkling coils of demonic energy. Nico returned his mischievous smile with her own, silently fist bumping the air. Nero simply sighed and clicked his tongue, mirroring his father’s own mannerisms of annoyance and exasperation.

“Not again…”

“YES AGAIN! HIT IT, DANTE!” Nico joined in on the two buzzed women on the garden dancefloor. As a natural performer, Dante swished the headpiece upon his crown, assuming a pose that could wow the crowd.

For hours, the party continued, each member of the crew joining in on the song and dance. Even Vergil pranced into the centre, grabbing a wasted Lady to waltz with him. Toasts were made, followed by treasured tears trailing alongside the speeches, each word weighing the world. Their love for each other, and this little makeshift family, could not be altered or demolished in any way possible. For each of these members lost someone close to them. Whether it was a father, a mother, a brother, or their entire livelihood. They ultimately found a group of like-minded individuals to fill the void. Nothing could separate them.

‘You belong here’ a tiny cherished voice uttered in the back of Dante’s mind. For the first time in decades, he was happy. He felt like he belonged.

Hell, he did belong. 

And nothing could change the fact.

[atopearth]

Shall we Date? Wizardess Heart Part 20 - Zeus Brundle Route

Well, that story about the Nighttime and Daytime kingdom was rather dark! The nighttime prince liked the daytime princess and the king of the latter tricked the prince saying that if he could navigate out of this labyrinth, he’ll let them be together, but the labyrinth actually had no exit, and it’s said that his ghost still wanders through it to this day, like wth? How morbid, and how disgusting of the king to do such a thing if it were a true story. Anyway, so the story is set two years after the heroine entered the academy! I guess she must be pretty capable then! Ooh, so there’s a new headmaster and the secret night class has finally been revealed and will be integrating with the normal daytime classes.

The new headmaster is…interesting, a dragon?? And nice, Klaus recommended her to become a Prefect and now she’ll have a Prefect judge to check if she’s worthy, guess it’ll be Zeus? And yep he is, and he’s arrogant and looking down on the heroine already! So nostalgic to see that first CG though, this is when the art changed for Wizardess Heart so this is kinda like another milestone for me in this game, since I still remember thinking how far away I was from the Zeus route when it first came out lol. Lmao at how childish Zeus is, furiously smacking her balcony window to get her to go have tea with him and then when she says no (very logically, since it’s 11pm and she’s going to sleep), he just keeps banging on the window lolll, what a nightmare. How cuteee, Hiro and Zeus have matching earrings! I didn’t even realise! So glad Amelia told Klaus that Zeus practically kidnapped her lmao. Alike the heroine, I don’t know how to feel about the entrance to the Night class being in a cemetery and in a coffin😶😶

Nooooooo! That thing Zeus summoned is not Taffy! It can’t be Taffy! It’s so not cuteee😭 I love how Caesar couldn’t stop laughing when Hiro and Klaus told him that Zeus tried to summon a dragon but instead summoned a stuffed animal toy🤣🤣🤣 Lmao, how cute that Caesar becomes a little piggy when he’s kissed! So cute lol. Zeus looked so adorable when he laughed at Caesar lolll, he’s still a jerk though for being mean to Caesar, Caesar’s vulnerable right now!!🤣 Zeus is such a show off though hahaha, wonder why he could summon a fairy dragon, but when it came to the black dragon he summoned the “suspicious” Taffy again? 🤔 Lollll I guess there won’t be a day that goes by with Zeus that won’t be exciting as it is stressful lol, full didn’t tell her the Prefect trial was today! At least he helped her out by teasing her and everything so she would be less nervous I guess lol. Ooh there’s three trials, good for her that she passed the first one, so cute when she held his hands in excitement of Zeus passing her and he blushed, he’s so innocent lmao. Lolol when the heroine got caught in that book and had to play out this prince and princess love story, and lol even though Zeus pranked her by nearly tricking her into kissing him when he went to get her out of the book, she’s lucky that he came haha.

It’s actually pretty funny how she wants to learn how to be a proper Prefect through following Alfonse and seeing what he does for a day, and Zeus gets all jealous that she doesn’t respect him the same way, so he follows her around trying to convince her otherwise lol. I hatee it when the heroine shows her childish jealousy, it’s okay to be jealous, but the way she shows it by being so annoying just infuriates me zzzz. At least Hiro came along to tell her that Zeus seems to feel the same way about her since he only talks about her these days and that he’s been really furious after their fight. Wow, the heroine went into the wrong coffin to go to the Night Class, why am I not surprised lol. At least she got to meet Lucious, you gotta love how much he doesn’t mince his words, and you gotta agree with him, why couldn’t she just tell her feelings to him tomorrow? This now or never thing doesn’t apply if you get lost so easily and could literally have been stuck there for however long if Lucious didn’t appear. Or I guess he wasn’t needed lol, since Zeus summoned the heroine with a magic circle since he couldn’t find her lmao. Great idea I have to say.

Awwwww! That CG with Zeus blushing and giving her the stardust grass she said she wanted to see was so adorableee! He’s so cute! I’m surprised that he so honestly admitted that he liked her from the very beginning and that’s why he kept teasing her, he really is such a kid lmao. Why did they give the heroine a brooch carrying a herb that can bend someone’s will permanently?!? Is the heroine not clumsy enough?? Even if they can track it and can know when it’s separated from the heroine, what’s the point when it’s lost?? Sigh, that’s pretty careless and thoughtless of the headmaster and Klaus to do tbh. Well, as expected, I guess Lucious is that prince that got trapped in the labyrinth trying to reach his princess… Truly a saddening story that he continues to wander in that labyrinth for eternity even though the princess passed away so long ago😭😭 Lmao it’s so cute how protective Zeus and Klaus are when it comes to the heroine, the only time when they don’t argue with each other haha.

I thought Zeus was the one who took the brooch but since they said they could track the brooch, I wondered why they couldn’t detect that it was with him? Anyway, seems like they need the Devil Whisper to do something to the labyrinth guard so that they can somehow get Lucious out of the labyrinth. Sure, it’s nice that Zeus is willing to do so much for a friend, but he tricked the heroine and who knows what happened to Klaus and them since they got dropped into some void! What if they’re stuck forever somewhere too? It’s a terrible thing to do regardless of the reasons, they trusted him😒 Lucious’ story is so saddening, he loved the princess so much that he was willing to go through the trial of the labyrinth for her, but since he was from an enemy kingdom, the princess’ father tricked him into being trapped in there forever so he could never come near his daughter again and I guess he could rid of an enemy’s son, so even better…

Oh, so with the Devil’s Whisper, they can control the Minotaur and the Minotaur has the power to destroy the labyrinth and finally set Lucious free huh? Tbh, nothing about seeing that story really added anything to what I thought their story was about, but I guess it was eye opening for the heroine to experience it as the princess, regardless though, even if what Zeus is doing isn’t exactly wrong in the sense that he just wants to help Lucious because of all the suffering he had to go through, Zeus isn’t exactly right either, especially with dragging everyone into this and doing what he wants without care for anything besides what he thinks is right, which is pretty selfish but I guess that’s how he is after all lol. I wonder if Lucious knows about this plan, since apparently the labyrinth and the copy of the castle or whatever is the only place preserving Lucious and the princess’ memories of their love, so destroying the labyrinth doesn’t sound that good of an idea either.

I’m glad the heroine told him off for being so selfish, I can’t believe he was planning to get Lucious out and then tell him the princess has been dead for a long time, that’s so irresponsible and cruel! How could he not even consider his feelings at all! This is Lucious’ choice! Even if it will extremely hurt him to learn the truth, it is still something he has to decide for himself - whether he remains here with the memories of the princess or leaves the labyrinth to regain his freedom. Seeing Lucious so earnestly cry over the fact he broke his promise to the princess by having never gotten out of the labyrinth was just so painful to see… It was nice to see Zeus sincerely apologise for not telling him. I never doubted that Klaus and them would be fine, but I’m still glad to see them okay. Ohhhh, Caesar is a descendant of the Baroque family, which are the ones who cursed Lucious and chained his soul to the labyrinth, so basically if the labyrinth is destroyed, Lucious will die too? It was really cute how the heroine said she didn’t mind being stuck in the painting with Zeus for eternity if they couldn’t get out though haha.

The good thing that’s coming out of this is that Zeus is learning to be more considerate of others through the heroine. By listening and trying to understand things from her perspective, he is maturing and learning to be not as selfish by thinking about how others feel. Although it doesn’t seem like they’ll divulge who actually controlled the Minotaur to go on that rampage in this route, it’s nice to know that they will continue to work and find a way to save Lucious and that he looks forward to seeing what the world is like outside the labyrinth. And the heroine became a prefect~ Getting an all day tour of the Night Class sounds rather interesting lol, is there anything to see in the day haha? The ending was so cute with them teasing each other with kisses, Zeus blushing is so cute hahaha.

Overall, Zeus’ route was all right. He’s more on the boyish childish side with all the “being mean to the girl he likes” kinda trope and it can show how selfish of a person he can be, but I did like how near the end, the heroine called him out on being selfish and so because of her, he learned to be more considerate of others. Their relationship was like a pair of bickering kids who just love arguing with each other all the time, but I guess it is quite cute, especially when Zeus reveals his feelings honestly. Story-wise I feel that most of it was just them fighting and bonding through the Prefect trials and then suddenly wanting to save Lucious, so I feel that the transition was rather haphazard, but it was okay, route wasn’t bad, I kinda liked it haha.

[onewithself]

Clair-audience & Clairvoyance - How I developed and How you can too!

This is super weird for me to do this, I’m not much of a writer or any sort of story-teller. But i’m here to explain my experience being clairaudient ! First, and foremost; this is a series pertaining to my “abilities”. I will explain my experiences, how I developed them, and how you can too! 

NOTE: Excuse any foul language I use, I didn’t want this to be unrealistic. Think of this as my inner monologue.This is a uncut, unedited, totally raw and realistic experience of psychic abilities and mediumship.  😊 

(Part 2: How to develop your abilities - will be posted next week. )

My Early Years (and Past)-

Screw the sappy boring storytelling of me seeing “ghosts” as a kid. I think all of those stories are great and spooky but being clairvoyant is one of the hardest abilities to develop ( and rarest ). So when I was about 5 or 6, the earliest recollection of my memories - I started hearing things. Yeah just things, nothing crazy or special like “ Hey I’m dead and you can hear me”. Just sounds of people talking in another room far away. I could never make out what the words were but I could just hear the speaking. No, nobody was home thanks for assuming. Mind you I was a nervous wreck as a child and as soon as I heard that shit I got so scared that it would “shut off” the ability for a while and I wouldn’t hear anything. 

This is also why I believe everyone can be one of the Clair’s, but it’s fear that stops our bodies and mind from being open to those experiences. Anyways, every time I got sick as a kid I would get into pretty deep sleeps because of Advil and ya know, just being sick as fuck. There would be a stage in between sleeping and being awake that was kind of like sleep paralysis. I couldn’t move but I was sorta awake, or at least I knew I wasn’t asleep yet,  almost knocked out type of stage (like meditating but not ). In this stage I would feel like I was in a room full of people talking, like I was at some party. But I could barely ever make out what they were saying. Everyone was talking over each other. Then boom, I pass out and sleep. 

I never understood what I was experiencing, I just thought i was just really sick and that was normal. This continued on until I was 10, every time I was somewhere alone I would here someone call my name. I tripped the fuck out. It was scary, especially in the shower! Thought I was becoming a lunatic or losing my shit, turns out I was just channeling accidentally.  Fast forward to me in high school, I completely lost my abilities out of fear and fear of maybe the devil was tryna possess me or some shit lmao, I read too many scary stories. Then my great-grandmother passed away when I was in my junior year. I was in my bed, just trying to relax and I see this large shadow figure ( like a silhouette type thing ) hunched over my bed. I almost shit my pants, I get terrified seeing things you normally wouldnt. I still believe that was her the same night she passed, just looking over me.

Now, into college I began regaining my abilities and became less afraid. Through meditation (trance like) and prayer i’m able to channel calmly. I don’t like summoning spirits and shit, i’m a firm believer of leaving them alone if they don’t come forward or want to be confronted. I hear some of my past relatives from time to time without deliberately channeling. I’ve heard my late grandfather say “I love you” before falling asleep, and something about my mom being over protective haha. i’ve also experienced a lot of visitations during my sleep. Anyways if you’ve read this far I’ll be posting how to develop your own abilities very soon!

[8147]

reading hamlet for the first time (act 5: the finale)

masterlist

none of you told me it was going to be this painful . none of you.

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“Ophelia’s dead.” “Enter CLOWNS!”

Like im sure this has a different meaning in EMA but im gonna make fun of it because it’s fucking hilarious. (future (present? (now past once more (?))) antares coming back to say i did look at nfs and yeah theyre gravediggers)

“First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? Second Clown: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.” damn not even just this one quote but these are some depressing clowns

hamlet and horatio!

okay there’s something about all of hamlet’s skull talk that makes me uneasy. like, not even the topic, just something in the words and how earnestly and (pardon my pun) gravely hamlet’s speaking about this. and it’s almost a mournful tune, too. it’s a huge difference from his “we’ll all be eaten by the same worms” speech to the point that it’s almost haunting.

“HAMLET: I will speak to this fellow.” C O N F R O N T

“HAMLET: I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.” (incomprehensible scribbling)

HAMLET, NOT IN ENGLAND: oh yeah lol he was sent to england huh u know why lmao

wait. did the. did the pirate situation get resolved. before act V.

I mean i think hamlet mentioned something about three years but the pirates are so fucking glossed over like what the fuck

“First Clown: 'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.” HOLY SHIT ROAST THEM JFC

“HAMLET: Let me see. (Takes the skull)” THIS IS THE SKULL SCENE! I fucking KNEW it was bullshit that holding the skull was in the to be/not to be speech. I saw it being presented as such like once or twice while reading and I KNEW IT

hm okay so hamlet picks up this guys skull, of someone he used to know, and sure maybe i could ignore the “those lips i have kissed” but then he goes on to mention alexander the great and i mean come on

but jesus like i feel like im not doing justice to the stuff hamlet’s saying. just, the gravity of it all. Its kinda hitting home a bit hard bc like ive had a crippling fear of what happens after death and being forgotten etc since i was like in fourth grade and this is @ing that phobia

like, with that julius ceasar thing. “O that that earth which kept the world in awe / should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw,” it’s so strange. like, every fucking human who has lived, whether they be emperors, murderers, inventors, peasants, or philanthropists- as long as they weren’t blind, they’ve all looked at the same sky. like. It doesnt matter what the fuck you did or didn’t. It’s wild.

“First Priest: No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls.” hey i get that there are cultural taboos around suicide but like this guy’s a dick it isnt even clear if it was suicide, like, she was so fucking crazy she might not have even known she was, y’know, in a lake or w/e

laertes, dude, my guy. maybe jumping into a grave is cosmic foreshadowing for something you don’t want to happen to you. js.

“HAMLET: [Advancing] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane. (Leaps into the grave)” hamlet is NOT one to be out-extra’d (posting-antares here to say, wait, ‘whose phrase of sorrow conjures the stars? is this my aesthetic-speeches-summon-ghosts theory? probably not, but i havent mentioned it for a while)

“LAERTES: The devil take thy soul! (Grappling with him)” IN A FUCKING GRAVE. THEY ARE FIGHTING. IN A GRAVE.

all because hamlet doesn’t want to be out-extra’d. my god.

“QUEEN GERTRUDE: This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.” Ah yes gertie just talk about the distraught and angry madman as if he isn’t there. that’ll diffuse the situation.

You know what? We still haven’t discussed the pirates.

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“HAMLET: So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; You do remember all the circumstance?” If this isn’t gonna be about the pirates im gonna. scream.

“HAMLET: My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- O royal knavery!--an exact command, Larded with many several sorts of reasons Importing Denmark's health and England's too, With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off.” god, though. imagine that. being exiled to another country by the person who killed your father, only to find out that they were going to have you killed, anyways. that’s fucking terrifying. jesus christ.

Damn this idea that pretty handwriting is ~beneath~ nobles confuses me so fucking much. I got called haughty once just because my main handwriting is cursive. I mean, they were right, but their evidence was circumstantial at best.

“HAMLET: That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.” Hamlet’s Revenge. 

but also, what the fuck, dude. two wrongs dont make a right.

damn i kinda lost myself while reading but it really doesn’t sound like hamlet’s insane anymore. Like he’s… tempered himself. he doesn’t feel insane, just solemn.

“OSRIC: Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. HAMLET: I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?” goddamn ROAST HIM HAMLET (also what a fucking mood)

Osric put on your fucking ha--

The wind is

The wind is northerly

“HAMLET: No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.” I remember someone saying that this is important

Okay here: “HAMLET: I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.”

oh no

Osric just wear ur fucking hat u doof

“OSRIC: Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,-- HAMLET: I beseech you, remember-- (HAMLET moves him to put on his hat)” excuse me a WAGER

but alas all hamlet cares about is osric’s fucking hat

“HAMLET: What's his weapon? OSRIC: Rapier and dagger. HAMLET: That's two of his weapons: but, well.” hamlet u sarcastic little shit i love you

I mean so is horatio. I love him too.

This stuff with the competition is. not gonna end well. not at well.

“HAMLET: I do not think so: since he went into France, I have been in continual practise: I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter.”

hamlet no. listen to your heart or whatever. jesus christ don’t do it.

“HORATIO: Nay, good my lord,--” HAMLET LISTEN TO HORATIO

Ohhh hamlet

okay reading what laertes said, you know what? i’m giving laertes one last chance. please do not prove me a fool, laertes. 

everything is giving me mad anxiety. e v e r y t h i n g.

claud’s speech is insanely sketchy

“KING CLAUDIUS: [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.” One, so that’s why it was sketchy. Two, the POISONED CUP?

IT’S TOO LATE?

Gertie’s. Dead.

Shit, shit, shit

“LAERTES: [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.” YES! SO PLEASE! STOP FIGHTING!

“LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES.” Oh no oh no oh jeez eheu they’re hurting each other, shit, fuck,

“LAERTES: ...woodcock…”

“KING CLAUDIUS: She swounds to see them bleed. QUEEN GERTRUDE: No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. (Dies)” one, i love how claud is desperatley trying to stick to the plan, its almost adorable in a childish sort of way. two, oh god. ohhh god. gertie. 

Oh no. 

this is the bloodbath. THIS IS THE BLOODBATH.

BODY COUNT: 1

“HAMLET: The point!--envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work. (Stabs KING CLAUDIUS)” ...

BODY COUNT: 2

wait and hamlet’s on death row, as with laertes. Oh no.

“LAERTES: He is justly served; It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me. (Dies)’ oh my god already??? I haven’t even really accepted king claud’s death?? jesus christ??

My friend just sorta nudged me and asked if i was alright and i. I’m not. i’m in shock. goddamn. what?

BODY COUNT: 3

goodness thats three in like less than thirty seconds JESUS CHRIST

“HAMLET: Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.I am dead, Horatio.” that’s chilling. just, the poignancy. that’s so fucking spectral. i’m not okay.

“HORATIO: Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left.” No no no on no nononon NO NO oh my god are you going to-

“HAMLET: As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. … If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.” hey i’m crying in study hall. i’m actually crying. what the fuck. I don’t cry unless i’m thinking about that one pair of 18th century shoes with the really good photo quality (transcribing-antares here. I fucking love those shoes. I’m looking at them right now and they’re so fucking beautiful. they look how velvet feels, which is odd, bc they're apparently silk. I don’t care they’re just so fucking lovely)

F O R T I N B R A S?

“HAMLET: O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit.” I’ve identified my emotion. Dread. pure, unadulterated Dread.

for all of you that’ve listened to the penumbra podcast: do you remember the concierge, right before final resting place, saying “you do realize you can just like, leave, and everything will be hunky dory and you won’t have to deal with the emotional consequences this episode will bring you” because i’m seriously considering doing that right now.

“HAMLET: The rest is silence. (Dies)” shit. (posting-antares here to say that i forgot to do the body count but honestly im crying while formating because of this goddamn fucking 400 year old play)

“HORATIO: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince…” oh god. horatio.

“Good night sweet prince…”

(yet again tis transcribing-antares here to say that im fucking sobbing right now, the shoes are no match for this, and ‘goodnight sweet prince’ is actually never going to leave my head.) (editing-antares here to say im fucking crying again god fucking damn it) (posting-antares back again saying that this fucking line. this line. my god.)

“HORATIO: What is it ye would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.” oh, horatio. god. that isn’t something said without tears staining your skin and a bitter tone hard-won, not that its possession is a victory.

oh my god. this can’t. no. this can’t end like this. What. no. people must have rioted. No. no!!

i typically hate it but i would GLADLY accept a deus ex machina right about now!!

okay my friend just took my phone away from me and shut it off because i kept on trying to scroll past the end

jesus christ

okay so i’m not going to be okay for like, several eternities, so im going to play the sims until i. until i die, probably. my god.

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[chimerabal]

Session 4 - So many geists.

We opened the session with a battle we set up the previous one: The party was traveling through a desecrated town seeking out any cult activity, and found two Really Angry Ghosts. Revenants? The party cleric, Mikela, tried to reason with them, failed, and was attacked- initiating group combat. My character, Uriel, took a quick 10 damage and fell prone dodging what would have been a lethal 16 more, she pretty much just cried the whole battle- got one or two mediocre hits in. The scaab, Ugly, was called from an alley over; a turn in or so he made a Grand Entrance to the battle- koolaid man style through an empty building.

Mikela and our necro-alchemist Sibyl dealt an impressive amount of damage through radiant attacks and giest-powered-spells. Sibyl dealt the final blow with a spell that I imagined looking like a more fire-y version of the ghostbusters plasma streams ripping the hostile giests in two. Extremely cool.

Post battle Mikela tried reasoning with some non-hostile looking giests that were floating around watching the battle. Impressively- thankfully- three of them came around and spoke with the party. They expressed a desire to pass into the aether, which Mikela gladly offered to help them do. She set up and began a 10 minute ritual to help first of the three ghosts move on- one that required concentration. Sibyl, needing ghosts to power her inventions and all, also decided to speak with the geists in an effort to persuade them help us save the town in the form of boo-juice. The friendliest/most helpful geist declined politely, the third ghost eagerly agreed to avenge his town and stop the probably-cult we are building up to fight against. 

This could have gone nicely, but, our cleric really, Really, objects to the concept of necro-alchemy and using ghosts as spirits as fuel. While Sibyl was speaking with the giests- getting consent and all to turn them into a power source- Mikela was unable to stop her ritual and confront Sibyl... and was getting progressively more and more angry. Just as the cleric had finished her ritual, the necro-alchemist was starting one to capture the ghost. Mikela charged Sibyl and grabbed her super-cool-ghost-storing-but-still-decorative-broach and triggered a mini-combat between the two of them.

Mikela had the broach, Sibyl acid-bombed the both of them, the broach was dropped and kicked towards my characters, Ugly flung the broach back to Sibyl. As Sibyl paused to inspect the item for damage, Mikela quick started trying to set up a ritual and force the avenging giest to move on. This Really pissed off avenging giest, and it threatened to turn hostile- shooting out some fireballs at Mikela. Sibyl also got back into the frey to tell Mikela off and smack her around a bit (which is... all they did to each other this time. a small slap fight). Damage was dealt, yelling and tears happened, and my character- for the most part- was enjoying the show up until about now like

However, with the two other party members were both crying, and the ghost was spitting fire everywhere, the whole ordeal had stopped being entertaining and Uriel was about ready to step in..... didn’t end up needing to though. Mikela finally, after a few solid throws, broke concentration on the ritual and dissolved into a blubbering teary mess. With Mikela having backed down, Sibyl was able to neutralize the angry spirit and absorb it as power. Both characters were Spent. 

Note: this was a great conflict and I’m counting on the character’s handlers to have all the details and arguments that went down because... I’m short on detail b/c I was building dice towers and this is actually a very interesting fight... and because this is the second time now the two have butt heads over Ghost Stuff :3c we have a Theme growing here folks.

Post fight Sibyl was staring into space (IS...pretty sure she ended the session Still In This State...) and Mikela was sobbing grossly on the ground. Uriel, despite this shit not being her forte at All, had to do something- suddenly becoming Party Leader. She approached Mikela and delivered silent paps, getting her pulled into a sobby bear hug. Mikela cry-ranted about hating the position she is in, having to fight and not being able to help anyone (ghost or not). She didn’t sign up for this shit. After some more (freaked and awkward) back pats Uriel summoned her monster over to take her place in the bear hug (unsure if this worked, I like to think Mikela koala clinged to Ugly just as quickly lmao).

Even after all this, that one friendly ghost stuck around with us. It tipped us off that “They are coming this way”. Uriel, staying true to last session’s decision of ‘not wanting to fuck with Them or That or whatever the fuck (cultists- its cultists)’ starts leading the emotionally broken/physically exhausted party back to town. Note: She’s the only one who realized we left some civilians we were traveling with along the cultists’ path.... but they’ll be Fine, they have an axe, we gave them an axe, they’ll be FINE. Sibyl doesn’t follow the group right away, so Uriel loops back around and offers consoling paps to her as well. When asked if she was okay, she says nothing but starts following the party.... which was good enough. 

Once in town Uriel starts knocking on doors and announcing that “The demon slaying heroes from yesterday need help, we helped you, please help us.” Mikela joins in, affirming loudly that, yes, we slay demons, and that we are with the church and would love some hospitality please. We get a dude to speak to us through a cracked door, Uriel manages to convince him to a point, but starts to flounder (largely due to my own not-great improv skills) and is backed up by Mikela. Sibyl I think is just... standing in the background, wall eyed, with the scaab and ghost... freakin’ this dude out.

 He agrees to let us in if we ditch the undead we have in our party. Mikela doesn’t want to give up the ghost (lol) and tries to persuade the dude to let our giest friend come in- against Uriel’s sound advice, “enough with these fucking ghosts” (thats a joke I didn’t say that). She has the ghost tell what it knows about cult recruitment; the cult is gaining more members by terrorizing the town with devils and shit and making them question Avacyn’s powers and protection. They then prey on civilians who’s faith has wavered and introduce them to the cult. 

During her persuasion the LOUD EVIL VOICE from the night before starts speaking from an adjacent row of houses- out of sight but still getting Uncomfortably Close. It pretty much word for word confirms what ghost friend said, but in an insufferable boisterous evil way. Both Uriel and Mikela are about to change course and follow the cult- pretty much resigned that there’s no Way they’re getting shelter now- but the man allows everyone, ghost and all, into his home (We snuck Ugly in as well.... and by snuck we mean it forced itself through the door before the kindly dude could shut it completely). And that’s where we ended, in a random strangers’ home with cultists doing some recruitment outside. 

Note to myself: if I don’t get answers out of Sibyl during our stay here I’m gonna d i e.

And like last post- im tired and not proofreading this. good luck.

[catacombsaint]

okay here is my post of ghost headcanons relating to the actual cult/church itself that @necessary-glitter asked me about a while back

i’m gonna put it under a readmore because it’s probably gonna be long as shit. i think about ghost too much

about ghost’s spooky scooby doo headquarters:

it’s in some extremely rural and isolated part of sweden

it’s an abandoned, ruined castle that’s had a gothic mansion-type extension built into the ruins at some point in the past, and it’s definitely on some spooky hilltop and looks like it’s gonna fall off at any moment but it never does

the weather is (mysteriously) always overcast and foggy there

the main castlemansion is where papa, imperator, and all of the sisters are housed, and it has an uncountable amount of rooms, if you tried to count all the rooms you’d probably lose yr mind. some ghouls swear that they’ve seen doors appear on walls that weren’t there before

lots of weird shit goes on in there. like the place is inexplicably infested with ravens that like to terrorize the ghouls, and it’s probably equally infested with demons and other supernatural beings. you could swear that you just saw something move in the corner of your vision but when you go to investigate there’s never anything there 

the ghouls have to live in houses separate from the main castle that aren’t even half as nice as the castle, which isn’t in the best condition itself, and the ghoulhouses are basically just Goth Frathouses packed with dozens of ghouls at a time

about sisters of sin:

there are a lot of them. like a LOT more sisters than ghouls

they handle everything that the ghouls aren’t considered competent enough to handle themselves because ghouls are the cult buttmonkeys

sisters are the ones that recruit and initiate new members and spread word of the cult to the right people

being a sister is a lot more casual than being a ghoul, sisters come and go all the time and there’s a whole lot of ex-sisters running around in the everyday world that retired for whatever reason

imperator is much kinder to sisters than she is to ghouls lmao they are all her daughters

women who join the cult are automatically assumed to be joining as sisters unless they specifically request to become ghouls, to which they will get weird looks because why the hell would you want to be a ghoul

sisters are allowed to have names, unlike ghouls, but it can’t be your actual name, they take up a new name when they join

about ghouls:

oh boy

i have a WHOLE DAMN lot of thoughts about ghouls

being a ghoul is serious business but most ghouls don’t seem to realize that

when you become a ghoul you’re basically selling your soul to satan

ghoul initiation is a really nasty process. you have to drop off the face of the earth and abandon your old life, basically fake your own death so you can be “reborn” as a nameless ghoul. you are never going to see your family or old friends again, sorry. you also have to drink the blood of other ghouls at your initiation and i think i’m gonna have to make a separate post about why that’s a thing??? because this post is already too long

all ghouls carry this sort of corruption/disease/taint that, over time and exposure to other ghouls and to papa, gradually starts to transform their bodies into something much more demonic

the above point is why you always see me drawing ghouls with tails and claws. again i’ll have to make a separate post to go into the specific details of that 

there’s a few hundred ghouls but only a very select few get to be Band Ghouls, which is like the highest rank you can have as a ghoul because you get to stand next to papa WOW what an honor

omega is still around guys he just retired from being a band ghoul because he and cowbell got married it’s canon i swear

ghouls can practice magic, summon demons, and do all kinds of occult shit like that but most ghouls suck at it

ghouls are the buttmonkeys. they have to do all the gruntwork like scraping the bird shit off the castle roof and cleaning the kitchens and shining the stained glass windows in the cathedral. someone broke a window while he was cleaning it once and when imperator found out about it that ghoul was never seen again

the vast majority of ghouls behave like a bunch of unruly schoolchildren, they joined because they wanted to wear a cool mask and abandon their responsibilities in life and party all the time and disappoint their parents

but then there’s also ghouls who are genuinely very devout and take their position very seriously. air is one of those ghouls because he’s been one for a longass time

a lot of ghouls joined because they came from rough lives and wanted an escape. selling your soul to the devil was the best solution you could come up with, huh

aside from Band Ghouls there’s some that get to have special privileges because they show talent or promise or imperator just decides she hates them less than the other ghouls. i imagine Special is one of those ghouls, he was deemed eloquent and well-behaved enough to do PR lmao

ghoul names!!! most ghouls don’t get a name, they’re just Ghouls, and the rules say that naming is forbidden. but because the ghouls don’t like to follow the rules they totally came up with their own system of nicknaming each other, and it’s just, like, whatever you’re strongly associated with by your fellow ghouls will eventually become what they call you. so there’s ghouls named after deities they dedicate their witchcraft to, ghouls named after elements, gemstones, days of the week, bands, cleaning products, weed strains, candle scents, body parts,  

more on the ghoul corruption thing: the longer you’ve been a ghoul, the harder it is for you to leave the cult, because your body develops, like, an addiction to being in the presence of other ghouls. if you’ve only been a ghoul for a few months, leaving won’t do much to you; you might get some headaches and feel kinda crappy for a while but you’ll live. but if you’ve been a ghoul for several years you......might Actually Die if you try to leave :)

basically being a ghoul seems like it’s gonna be this big fun orgy all the time and it’s actually lowkey very sinister and will ruin your life if you’re not careful

THAT’S ALL I’M GONNA TYPE FOR NOW......if i think of anything else i wanna add i’ll do that another time 

if u read this far congratulations u are almost as much of a loser as me